Saturday, September 20, 2014

she holds her head up
as the lights go out.
her love of life still
gleaming.
she fades so ever quietly
as others mill around her.
she holds on for those
whose life she fills.
she sees them growing
sadder
she breathes a little
harder,
does not want them
to see but what she was,
as what she is draws
closer

she sits in quiet
while her mind
rolls out the reels
of a life lived without
apologies.
some wounds that
never heal.
what she expected of others,
dueling with her own
self respect.
plowing forward without
looking sideways,
a gaze too goal focused and
direct.
in her fears of the tomorrow
that will come too fast.
a life filled with hidden regrets.
no longer buried in the past.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

my name is mikey, full name mikey macnoblebird...because i a noble macaw. i had a bad life before a helping wing parrot rescue took me in and taught me how to trust again.

i about 15 years old and i was so unhappy, mistreated and poorly fed before jeanne, jen et al saved me...so i has plucked out many feathers). i stops plucking because the rescue feds me good and loved on me.(my new mommy thinks i looks like a punk rocker).

in that spirit i here to help my new mommy and daddy not be so sad about losing their little pteribird and so they can love and spoils me!

Thursday, September 4, 2014

you made us laugh at
ourselves and at you.
this something you taught
us all to do.
to take life as it is,
with a twisty smirk.
no matter how life
could do its dirty work.
we saw the loving heart
that you tried to hide.
in spite of your sometimes
acerbic wit,
we all saw inside.
and now the world
is a less funny and more
unhappy

About Me

i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember. i have added
sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.
P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my
originals
karen Lyons kalmenson